My Montana

My Montana

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Boundary Waters

I wrote the following during my solo time in Quetico- the Canadian side of the Lake Area. But it applies equally to all the protected lands that have been dimpled by glaciers leaving chains of lakes. And the pictures are from this trip since I wasn't taking pictures on that long-ago trip. Boundary waters -
waters of marshy streams playing with the unending tresses of grass as they
wind sensuously through the pike's grassland home and past the beaver's lodge.

Boundary waters -
blackwater lakes where the walleye play and the water is deep and cold, giving
rise to the mist mares of morning and the clouds of evening.

Boundary waters -
singing waters - tiny melodies against the grass, exuberant concerts of the
waterfalls, smaller chorus of the rock gardens, the chant of waves on rocks -
carrying the song of the white throated and song sparrow, the melody of the
hermit thrush, the eerie call of the loon, the foghorn bellow of the moose;
then filled with an almost perfect silence, interrupted only by the whisper of
wind or splashing of water along the shore.